May 19th, 2005: Dream 1

I am sitting in an art class. The teacher, a blonde woman, walks by. She looks at my art. She loves it. Then she hates it. I am confused by her sudden flip-flop
"You are lazy Jason," she says. "You will only rise so high because you hate to work."
I leave the classroom.
...the scene changes as I step out the doors...
I am standing on a beach on an island in Lake Michigan. The island is home to a hotel and spa retreat combo.
...a zombie plague has broken out. The survivors fled to this island for safety. Once here, they slowly turned on each other. Now the survivors are divided into four groups: Northerners, Southerners, Westerners, and Easterners. Each tribe is fighting to have sole possession of the island...
I stand guard at the door with two others. A man and woman try to enter the hotel. We stop them because they are suspicious looking. They look like neanderthals dressed in stereotypical redneck outfits. Stray hats, overalls, shotguns,...etc. I smash the man's gun barrel into his face. His head splits open like hot pie filling. Brains ooze onto his overalls. I come to my senses and freak out. I run into the bathroom. I lock the door and decide never to leave. Unfortunately, the hotel is then invaded by the zombies. I remain quiet hoping they will not discover me in the bathroom. None ever do.
...the scene changes as I listen at the door...
Through the green van's window I can see the zombies walking everywhere. I watch as all the islanders are captured by the zombies, eaten by the zombies, then rise as zombies. People are being torn apart. Even the trees of the island are being attacked. It is the scariest thing I have ever seen. I am rendered mute from the horror. Soon the island is crawling with hundreds of zombies. The island has been stripped of all life when the zombies begin to mutate. They start to take on the forms of different animals. Yet they still looked like zombies. A hover boat appears at the side of island. The survivors on the boat are waving to me. The zombies are distracted by their mutations, so I run for it. I and another jump into the boat.
...a voice whispers he is the leader that rallies the people against the zombies...
As the boat turns to leave the island, all the zombies emerge from the soil. They scream in anger at their failure to grab us. Then they start to knock the dead trees over onto the boat.
"Faster," I yell to the pilot of the hover boat.